And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 45.
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And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
Source: Comus. Line 727.
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 39.
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686.
And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 194.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165.
And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491.
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Source: Epitaph on Shakespeare.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 159.
And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Source: L'Allegro. Line 67.
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